Strangely enough, I had a rather good day. You wouldn’t think it, what with injury and (to add insult) a head-cold, but it was a quiet, pleasant sort of day in which I did nothing but sleep, relax, read, knit and watch episodes of Foyle’s War (again).

I finished off John’s socks (hand-dyed and hand-spun merino in some random made-up-as-I-went-along pattern) and started in on a rainbow-coloured pair for Katherine. John as having a cold day, so the socks went over marvelously and really helped to gloss over the mess of the kitchen, lack of supper underway and a super-abundance of unclean clothes in heaped-up hampers throughout the house.

(No dear, you just imagined that last bit. Focus on your feet.)

In fact he was so delighted that he took the camera, put on the socks and wandered out into the cold fog in his pajamas to try to take pictures of his own feet. I took pity and hobbled out to help.

In any event, it was a nice day that I hadn’t counted on, which, under the circumstances, is a lovely thing.

ETA: Update on the leg injury, for those who have asked – healing well, no signs of infection and everything looks fine. Just needs time.